Tags: 2pac  biggie  hip  hop  rap  rappers  tuapc  
Channel: Music
Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm
Author: Boyzindahood14
Length: 04:12
Rating: 5.00
Views: 667
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easyThey got me goin cold-heartedProbation, violation, incarcerationFrustration, you knowF**k that, nigga damn near bouts to start basinIt's hard! Hard on a nigga*coughing*Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is)*whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder murderWatch out nigga!Chorus: Now tell me do you seeLife's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G(repeat 2X)[Tupac - chorus 2X throughout]Daz in this motherf**kerAlright bwoy, drop that shitWhassup man? Always listen to that shit?That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel meVerse One:Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shameYoung niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the gameAs I sit here puffin on a cigaretteGotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz deathThese are the rough times, best to hurry upand duck muhf**ker 'fore I buck mineIt's gettin crazy and everybody's strappedSurrounded by niggaz but nary a motherf**ker down to watch my backThese are the bitch made niggaz, you been played niggaWhile you starvin and broke they pullin six figuresOooh, what can you dowhen you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-twoBoo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippinon this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?Heyyy, I have no remorseas I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, ooohChorusVerse Two:Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull itI'm the first muhf**ker that can outrun a bulletIt's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggersGot these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitchesNow my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it's onF**k a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's boneI'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinachand stayin strong to the finish and then I ride outSee you on the freeway, sorry babybut I gotta call my homey see what he sayI ain't got no time, I gotta get mineI keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytimeAnd ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry meCatch me slippin, empty the clip and bury meHell nah nigga have to plug me twiceAin't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherf**ker can you see?Chorus 2XVerse Three:Never bow down let these other bitches crawlI'm a Thug motherf**ker and these Thugs only ballAin't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the graveI'm a muhf**kin fool, but I choose to get paidNow my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a frightMe and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonightAin't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressinAll I want is my muhf**kin money, ain't no questionDon't try to stall little trick, cause we hitSo bring in the scissors and get to clippin that dickI'd rather die young than die old and brokeThat's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smokeMy memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homiesBut now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)But playa haters can't fade me (Why?)Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?Chorus 2XVerse Four:Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop carsGettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guardsMy life is hectic my homies send mail from jailNiggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tellI'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a gripThe IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shitA young nigga never had a prayer to prevailAnd all my peers doin years locked up in jailWhat can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crewAnd creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz tooAnd now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch usAnd it's a trip, how we clown, when we f**k slutsBust nuts then I cut, that's my new thangAnd motherf**kers got on do-ragsChorus 2XCan I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherf**kin get paidNigga can work for his money all motherf**kin day andstill never see a piece of it, you understand me?It's not about the nice guyIt's bout the hardworkin motherf**kin Thug niggaIf you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin(Chorus repeats in background)You ain't really makin nothinThese motherf**kin po-po's and these pink folksgot it all locked up for us to failSee how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all daySo if you don't watch your motherf**kin stackbelieve me, this could be your last breath...Chorus 2X to fade